Night At Paris

• Jessica Gunning, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2016

I wailed like I was a dog and someone had stepped on my tail. Screaming and shouting was constant. There were crowds of horrified harmless people. I couldn't escape the sound of my heart thumping it was like a bomb being set of in my stomach. I suddenly turned around sharply like a knife’s blade. I had heard a huge thud.
My Brother was wailing like a whale on the ground. I felt butterflies in my stomach it was like a little girls catch locked up in my stomach. I dropped to the cold hard ground. Blood trickled down my brothers chubby legs. I started balling my eyes out I usually was as tough as nails but today I was as shallow as a puddle.
He was only new to my jigsaw puzzle and to lose him is torture. I scooped him up like a Mr Whippy ice-cream scoop. I bolted like I was a bullet being shot out of a high tech gun. I suppose my dream to have an amazing time in Paris was a fail. I hoped that one day I would be a proud survivor with my gorgeous little bro...